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Apr 2012
Let the masses dance, 
Around your god-like spirit
Before they feast
Draining your eyes of good will
And your lips of pink. 
Breathe
Before they inhale
Your existance. 
Eat your own heart
Before they suckle on your pulse
And set fire to your hands
Letting the wind carry
The ashes to the devil.
mads
Written by
mads  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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